Lucky eats my homework - really - OK not really homework just everything else. I go through pens sometimes four or five a day. I have also decided that my favorite phrase is "What do you have in your mouth now?"

Sirius(ly) Lucky Duck  (translation - Lucky Dog that loves water)

Lucky is just that, very Lucky that I get it and I understand. As most people know I have an Estate Sale business and spend countless hours under high intensity lights with magnifying glass researching valuable items.
One Sunday not to long ago, I had come across an antique hand fan, mother of pearl inlaid with sterling silver filigree set with two European cut diamonds. The Fan itself was hand painted on silk secured with gut skin on the back, I even  had provenance that said it was from 1854 Asia. "Ding", went the dryer...its only a few feet away, the dogs were all sleep at my feet. I covered the fan with papers on my desk and quickly not more then a minute was gone, I came back to the sound of crunching and Lucky in his crate. Jumping into the crate I pulled what I could out of his mouth, there in hundreds of little pieces was the fan, mother of pearl and silver the diamonds luckily survived the event although a bit mis-shaped.
I couldn't cry, I had to laugh, I had gotten the fan for $10.00, it had an estimated value of $4000.00, However I wasn't going to sell it, just frame it and that's just what I did, I took every salvageable piece and framed it where it sits on my wall reminding me that I didn't leave a antique hand fan on my desk, just a really good rawhide, it really wasn't Lucky's fault - it smelled really doggy good. Not to mention I am the human adult here and need to take responsibility for my actions. I don't leave anything on my desk anymore and though I try on a regular basis to keep my desk neat I know the minute I get it up Lucky Duck will grab the best piece of something and shred it. What other lessons have I learned about Lucky - he doesn't want me to leave - he has destroyed two hats, one fur, one cashmere, one wool coat, one blue blazer (ripped the arms off both in one pull) I have lost two pairs of shoes and so many socks that I no longer know what it is like to wear matching pairs. One of Lucky's favorite snacks - Money. Preferably $20.00 bills but he will eat a 10.00 from time to time never the singles. (he is also a pick pocket and drawer puller - I don't leave money just laying about) I pull them out piece by piece from between his big teeth, tape them back together and go to the bank - they are used to me over at 5/3 with partially taped money now. We could go into the books, towels, dinner napkins, chairs, but I thought I would just celebrate this weeks losses. Hooray! What I get is dogs like people live in double standards, if a little cocker spaniel puppy chewed the tip of a shoe it would be cute, but Lucky is a Landseer Newfoundland puppy that is more then 6ft long and weighs 160 pounds. Poor Lucky Duck, at least he has me with a sense of humor.